Free tip from the Buddha/Baby, it's cold outside
"Look how he abused me and beat me,
"How he threw me down and robbed me."
Live with such thoughts and you live with hate.
"Look how he abused me and beat me,
"How he threw me down and robbed me."
Abandon such thoughts and live in love.
In this world
Hate never yet dispelled hate.
This is law,
Ancient and inexhaustible.
You too shall pass away.
Knowing this, how can you quarrel?
from the Dhammapada
I suppose this can be dismissed as a platitude, but it got under my skin and stayed with me. In reading it over and over, I revealed an unattractive truth about myself. It's something I'm working on.
I had to stay in the city overnight so I got a hotel room. When I walked out the next morning at 6:30, I turned onto 57th Street and was hit with a blast of frigid crosstown wind. The Hudson River to my left, the East River to my right. Caught in the crossfire!
I simply can't take the cold anymore. It's been a long, cold winter. I fought my way eastward to the A train against a wind gust that stung my ears and made my eyes water. I lost it. I had a moment of insanity and started cursing God. I called him the most vile and foul things I could think of. Take it from me. I can be pretty imaginative.
To remedy this I am exercising the only option I have. I'm playing the Disney card. I'm taking all The Girls to Florida next week. So help me God, if the weather is bad when we get there, I'm going to find the nearest Catlick Church, kick the door in and give the Holy Father a piece of my mind. I'm not kidding.
"How he threw me down and robbed me."
Live with such thoughts and you live with hate.
"Look how he abused me and beat me,
"How he threw me down and robbed me."
Abandon such thoughts and live in love.
In this world
Hate never yet dispelled hate.
This is law,
Ancient and inexhaustible.
You too shall pass away.
Knowing this, how can you quarrel?
from the Dhammapada
I suppose this can be dismissed as a platitude, but it got under my skin and stayed with me. In reading it over and over, I revealed an unattractive truth about myself. It's something I'm working on.
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I had to stay in the city overnight so I got a hotel room. When I walked out the next morning at 6:30, I turned onto 57th Street and was hit with a blast of frigid crosstown wind. The Hudson River to my left, the East River to my right. Caught in the crossfire!
I simply can't take the cold anymore. It's been a long, cold winter. I fought my way eastward to the A train against a wind gust that stung my ears and made my eyes water. I lost it. I had a moment of insanity and started cursing God. I called him the most vile and foul things I could think of. Take it from me. I can be pretty imaginative.
To remedy this I am exercising the only option I have. I'm playing the Disney card. I'm taking all The Girls to Florida next week. So help me God, if the weather is bad when we get there, I'm going to find the nearest Catlick Church, kick the door in and give the Holy Father a piece of my mind. I'm not kidding.
posted by The Unbearable Banishment at
7:30 AM
7 Comments:
I wouldn't call it a platitude i'd call it something we should all be working on, there's a reason i like that Buddha so much.
kono: Buddha, Schmudda. When is it going to get warm out? I CAN'T TAKE MUCH MORE.
Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned.
Buddha's obviously on a roll. And I've been reduced to preaching to the choir. Cheer up, Marquis! You're acting old!
I just checked the 10-day forecast for Orlando. It looks perfect. Hope you have a fab time.
Nimpipi: Old! Who's acting old?! You'd better pray you look half as good as I do when you're my age. [I feel the need to point out that that's one of my sarcastic barbs.]
HIF: Thank you for your good wishes. Seriously...even if it rains, how bad can it be? It's a vacation!
It's bad enough I don't have your baby blues, now you're being all nasty and ageist! ='(
(I feel the need to point out that my cheap emo blackmail tricks only = playing.)
Have a zuper duper time in Florida, Sir! I hope you don't have no deathly fear of dem roller coasters. Post pics, post pics!
The trouble with America - it always does things other than by halves so our cold is your bloody freezing.
Start wearing combs dear(combinations) which envelop you totally in wool and DO wear a hat, scarf and gloves and woollen socks.
Now hold still whilst I wipe your nose.
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